172. BE NOT TROUBLED

O troubled heart, O troubled heart,
Be not troubled.
God will definitely cure you,
    Cure your aches,
    Cure your pangs,
For you are His chosen instrument divine.
To please Him in His dream,
    To fulfil Him in His unhorizoned scheme,
    You saw the light of day.
God is always ready to be with you
    In His infinite sun-delight,
    Moon-lustre and unhorizoned ray.